said No, he didn't, How do you do? -`you play
with Mr. Cobb. There l We'll get up another set directly. Now let's
sit down comfortably and enjoy ourselves. I expect Mr. Cobb is
very good.'
Mr. Cobb was very good. Mrs. Arkwright said `Yours' and `Sorry'
at intervals, but did not otherwise take much part in the game.
Mr. Palliser said `Mine' and `Sorry' at intervals, until the score
was four-love against them, and thereafter `Yours' and `Oh, well
played, partner' until it was four-all. Reginald, his hat over
his eyes, lay back and watched Sylvia happily.
`Fella in the Sixtieth out in India with me wrote a book,' said
Colonel Rudge suddenly.
`Oh?' said Reginald.
`Fact,' said the Colonel. `Fella in the Sixtieth.'
Reginald waited for the rest of the story, but it seemed that that
was all. The Colonel was simply noting the coincidence of somebody
over here writing a book and somebody in India also writing a book.
How easily Sylvia moved 1 How unhurried she always seemedl She
was not really in the Eastbourne class, perhaps, but she had this
natural gift of effortless physical expression. Timing, he supposed.
`Tranter, that was the fella,' came from his right. 'Expect you
know him.'
Reginald woke and said that he was afraid he didn't. (Why `afraid',
he wondered. Afraid of what?)
`Well, he wrote a book,' said the Colonel stubbornly. `Forget what
it was called.'
Four-all. Sylvia was serving. `Sorry,' said Mrs. Arkwright. (Fifteen-love.)
`Sorry,' said Mr. Palliser. (Fifteenall.) `Sorry,' said Mrs. Arkwright.
(Thirty-fifteen.) `Sorry,' said Mr. Palliser. (Thirty-all.) `Sorry,'
said Mrs. Arkwright. (Forty-thirty.) 'Yours!' shouted Mr. Palliser.
`Oh,

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How easily Sylvia moved 1 How unhurried she always seemedl She
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natural gift of effortless physical expression. Timing, he supposed.
`Tranter, that was what is fella,' came from his right. 'Expect you
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Reginald woke and said that he was afraid he didn't. (Why `afraid',
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`Well, he wrote a book,' said what is Colonel stubbornly. `Forget what
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